The whole drive down to San Diego you were wearing those little shorts and
the two shirts-one black, one white, both together not enough to hide your
nipples. You fell asleep so tenderly, looking so sweet and innocent, hiding
what lurks in that 18 year old body. My 23 year old body was having a hard
time keeping control. Any ordinary person looking in wouldn't think anything
of you. But I had an idea, a glimpse to the passion that lurks within that
tight, toned body of yours.

I wasn't
even thinking about it then. It was when you started writing on your leg...not
just your leg, your thigh...your inner thigh...up near those damn short
shorts. And then the heat started to set in. The sweat from the temperature
covered for the sweat I would have had from the mere sight of you like
that. So badly, I wanted to be the pen. I must have done a good job of
stealing my glances for you to not have said anything. The glances were
many. It was a damn miracle we didn't crash, for I was spending more time
staring at your legs that concentrating on the road.

The sweat
was pouring down my forehead, and I noticed it beading on your pale skin,
around your long spaghetti blonde hair. I never imagined you even had
sweat glands. In that brief moment, I imagined you sweating from passion,
sweating from the heat generated within your own flesh. We stopped at
the house, and you sighed from the cool air. Could that be the same sigh
for pleasure?

I was lying
on the couch, pretending to sleep. I was really fantasizing, thinking,
hoping that you would look me in the eyes and give me that come hither
look, that you would peel off the shirts you were wearing, revealing your
breasts and nipples sticking out. That you would sit on my lap, settle
yourself on my crotch, and put my hand on one breast. I want to kiss you,
kiss you so bad, kiss you from head to toe. I lean in to start with those
lips, you pull away. I try again, gasping for air. You gasp to, but pull
away. Dejected, I lean back, only to have you push your face to mine.

I take both
hands to your face and start kissing your sweet lips. You put your cheek
to mine, whispering in my ear, saying "no-back on my tits...feel
them...please..." I resume the kneading, kissing down the side of
your face. I can hear your breathing changing-more rhythmic, more stumbling.
I ask if you like the shirt you're wearing, your reply is indifferent.
Overcome, I tear it off your chest. Again you gasp for air, and throw
a huge smile at me.

I flip us
over so you're on the bottom. "Are you going to fuck me?" Emphasis
on "fuck." Not yet...not yet....I push my face into the crevice
of your neck. My hands are roaming all over your body, my mouth following
them. I can't control myself, I want to feel everything there is to feel.
I make my way down to the breasts that are putty in my hands, down the
valley between them, around to a nipple. I squeeze it between my lips,
another gasp. I want to fuck you too right now, so bad, but I want to
make you want it more than anything in the world. My cock is tearing through
my jeans. "Tongue, use your tongue," you call out. I bathe your
tits, one, the other, back and forth.

I kiss my
way down your stomach and undo the button and zipper on the shorts. Your
heart is racing, I can tell by your ragged breathing. My tongue and lips
and mouth are all over your stomach, french kissing your belly button,
down your hips. In my hurry I yank down your shorts to your ankles, but
leave the flimsy cotton panties. With one hand I push open your thighs,
with the other I rip the panties off. I can feel the wetness in my hand.
I toss them aside lean in and lightly lick the outside of your cunt. It's
swollen and red, begging to be penetrated. I use both hands and spread
your pussy open and start licking. It's hard to, your hips are writhing
under my face. "Yes, yes, yes...right there..." I can barely
hear you, your legs wrapped around me, pulling my face in deeper, my fingers
straining to hold your cunt open, my tongue stretching in as far as it
can go. I alternate on and off your clit.

I feel like
passing out, so I stop to peel my own shirt off. Back to your cunt, juices
gushing on my face. I let one hand roam back to a tit, doing very light
duty on your nipple. The other hand, my finger slides in. Oh my god you
are so tight. I work it in and out. "Fuck me...now...now...fuck me
now," I hear you cry out. I think you're ready, but I want you on
the brink. A second finger goes in, work it around. You scream so loud
it's barely audible. Now I think you want it inside you bad enough. I
pull my face out, covered with your juice. I take off my pants and lean
my hips in, both of us fumbling because we're hurrying so much. One hand
holds my cock and guides it, the other hand on my hip. One thrust, I collapse
on your shoulder with ecstasy. You take a bite of my neck, the sensation
only adding to every other sensation. I start pounding, screwing you,
picking up speed, knowing I'm bruising my hips, enjoying every fucking
moment. Just when it gets so fast we loose control, I flip us back over.
I want you to control things for a while. Your face is not more than an
inch from mine, our faces staying still as you post my cock. My hands
are all over your ass, feeling the muscles contract and relax, occasionally
tweaking your clit, just to feel your cunt spasm around my cock. You lean
back a bit, I go back to your tits. My thoughts are a blur, your body,
your pussy, the look on your face, the moaning in your voice, the smell
of your cunt juices dripping out. I know you're coming; I start lifting
my hips to meet your thrusts, increasing your orgasm. Again I loose control,
flailing against you. I slip out, before I can react you grab it and stick
it back in, eager to finish you r orgasm. When you finish, I want control
back.

Without pulling
out I pick us both up, lay you down on the floor, lift your legs up, and
pound your cunt like I have never fucked before. Almost completely out
on each stroke, all the way in on every stroke, my balls slapping you.
Now, I'm in complete control, fast, rhythmic, getting you to another orgasm.
Your screams of another orgasm wake up my insides, I feel waves fly through
my body like bolts of lightning. I feel you lifting half your body off
the ground, trying to get a better angle to be fucked...I manage to hold
out through that one, and just as it's starting to subside, I grunt and
groan, and for a time every nerve in my body is feeling your cunt grab
and squeeze my cock, trying not to let it go, holding on for dear life.
I stay in you, seeing stars from the feeling, and blow my load inside
you. I feel your hand squeezing what part of my cock isn't in your cunt,
pushing me into what feels like a second orgasm.

After I pull
out, clean my cock a bit, I let my hands roam your body and your crotch,
still burning hot. Your hands roam my body, and squeeze a last drop of
cum out. You turn me on like no other, and in no time I feel my cock getting
hard again. I look over at you, with that devilish grin you always have.
We've got a while...want another round?